The sunrise is heavy and the clouds are heavy, the morning glow is thousands of miles, and the purple air comes from the east. The mist gradually dissipated, and the faint humidity mixed with the fragrant fragrance of the grass and trees, fluttering across the mountains.

The dangerous peak goes straight into the sky, receiving the heavenly spirit, Zhong Di Xiu, the snow contains a day pool, the cold water is ten thousand acres, the fog is rising, ethereal, a good fairy weather!

All kinds of light floated in, falling on the icy water, and the light flashed under the feet, as if the water surface suddenly had lotus leaves and fields, holding the noble body of the immortals, and the waves were not happy.

"Fellow Daoists, on the occasion of the opening of the Izumo Secret Realm for thirty years, come to my Sword Sect, and the Ming Decree is overjoyed!" A clear and high voice sounded in the mist, and there was silence all around—the speaker was the head of the Sword Sect, the Great Monk of the late Yuan Infant Period, and the True Monarch.

"Mingyu, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you are still the same, long-winded!" loud laughter sounded, and the Sword Sect Zilin Zhenjun stroked his sword and laughed, "Don't talk about it, is it possible that we are really here for a party?"

"Before, my disciple had to come with me, saying that the Sword Sect's banquet must be extraordinary, and I really wanted to see it. Heavenly Sword Sect Yuyao Zhenjun chuckled, "It's so easy to get out, she must be complaining about me now!"

"But how does she know, our banquet is not an ordinary banquet!" Beidou Sword Sect Ning Ping Zhenjun finished her words.

"Alright, you guys, a group of old monsters, get down to business, don't grind!" Killing Sword Sect Xiao Halal Jun flicked his sword and roared, "My heavenly evil is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Potato and tomato soup should have been too much, you!" said the Evil Sword Sect Yan Lan Zhenjun said coldly.

"Okay, okay, don't argue, we don't serve drinks and drinks, don't blame me for being stingy if you're thirsty!" Ming Yu Zhenjun reminded, and finally started talking about the theme of this party, "Have you thought about it, which one are we going to copy this time?"

"I thought that only my Absolute Sword Sect couldn't even afford immortal brew, but I didn't expect the Sword Sect to be the same!" Chang Yuan Zhenjun of the Absolute Sword Sect sighed faintly, "It's been getting more and more sad these years, and if I don't do one more vote, the meeting gifts for my future three apprentices will not be settled." ”

"Just the tenth palace of the Demon Gate, the Corpse Puppet Sect. Xiao Qing Zhenjun proposed, he obviously made sufficient preparations, "The Corpse Puppet Sect has recently destroyed more than a dozen small sects, and it has made a windfall. ”

"No, that corpse puppet sect hides several old monsters at the peak of the merger, and there is also a Mahayana who has been in retreat in the sect for many years, we have to fight quickly, and it is estimated that we will not be able to take it down for a while. ”

"Grow the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige!" Zilin Zhenjun snorted lightly.

"It's not a question of prestige or not!" Ning Ping Zhenjun retorted, "We are going to seize resources, of course, which one is the richest." ”

"Welcome to the Taihua Immortal Sect!" Yu Yao Zhenjun sincerely suggested.

"Alas, their Dao Sect Nine Sects are really rich!" Chang Yuan Zhenjun said sourly, "I went to the Eastern Regions more than ten years ago, and I met several Nine Sects, all of them were full of brilliance, and I almost didn't draw my sword when I saw it. ”

"Speaking of which, except for the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, it is the poorest in our Sword Sect. "Ming Yu Zhenjun has relatives in his heart, "Needless to say, the nine sects of the Daomen are self-sufficient and can still be dumped abroad; the twelve palaces of the Demon Gate are not bad, and some small sects and small families are destroyed every three or five times, and the treasures are all taken into their arms; the Tianjin Dynasty enjoys the fireworks of Kyushu, and the dragon qi of the eight directions is blessed, and the luck is monstrous, and the money is not bad - just us, we can't even earn back the money for the pill if we fight!"

"If this continues, our entire sect will go to the secret gate to be a killer to earn a bounty. Xiao Qing Halal Jun sighed.

"Makes sense!"

"It's a business opportunity. ”

"You can give it a try!"

"Don't go off topic!" Sword Sect Ming Rhino Zhenjun hurriedly pulled the topic back, "Which one are you going to copy?"

"It's still the Corpse Puppet Sect. Ming Yu Zhenjun thought for a moment, "The three of them are now hiding from the catastrophe, and they don't dare to go all out." That Mahayana, we send three of them, and if we can kill them, we will kill them, and if we can't kill them, forget it. ”

"Which three are out of Mahayana, and how will they be distributed after the deed is completed?"

"One from my Sword Sect, one from the Killing Sword Sect," Ming Rhino Zhenjun said, "The remaining one from the Evil Sword Sect will come out, and your Mahayana Ancestor will restrain the Corpse Puppet Sect Ancestor." ”

"It's no problem to kill the Sword Sect!"

"Yes. ”

"After the matter is completed, one will take one percent, and one more will be taken from the sect of the Mahayana ancestor, do you have any opinions?"

"Let's talk about it first, I want the Nine Yin Yin Jade of the Purgatory Secret Realm of the Corpse Puppet Sect. ”

"I want to kill the Sword Sect to turn the Yin Chakra Flower nine times. ”

......

"Since there are no objections, then let's decide so!" Ming Yu Zhenjun summed up his statement, "In a month, kill the Nine Yin Stream!"

"Seconded. ”

"Seconded. ”

......

"After talking about business, let's go, don't occupy the sword washing pool, it's not good to alarm that person if you make any more noise!" Ning Ping Zhenjun reminded, with a bit of palpitation in his tone, "The last few years have been its active period. ”

"It should be fine, right?" Yu Yao Zhenjun gasped, his face was slightly pale, "If it doesn't sleep, then it will go to find Mingze Zhenjun." ”

Zilin Zhenjun was silent, and after a few breaths, he said faintly: "I met Ming Ze on the way here yesterday, and he went in the direction of the Southern Regions. ”

Ming Yu Zhenjun was shocked, "He went out casually again!

"Plain ......"

"Enlightened Daoist!"

"You're letting this madman out again??" Xiao Qing Zhenjun was stunned, "Is this going to war?!"

"Shut up, you!"

"Is that the point now?!"

"Mingze isn't here, so ...... I'm leaving! Mountains and rivers meet, there is no need to send each other!

"Wait for me!"

"Let's go together!"

“......”

In an instant, several sword lights rose into the sky, and the mist above the cold pool still curled Nana, as if there had never been a visitor.

After a long time, a huge head surfaced, and its golden eyes were cold and majestic. As if it had found something, it snorted coldly, flicked its long tail, and submerged into the water again.

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Qingyun Peak, Qingzhu Residence.

This is the elegant place of the literati, the place where the hermit refuge, the favorite fight scene of the knights, and the student dormitory of Mo Tianwei.

Mo Tianwei sat leaning on the water, dipping his feet in the water, enjoying the comfort brought by the warm stream water drawn from the mountain hot springs, bathing in the breeze, indescribably leisurely.

It's been a month and a half since she came to the Sword Sect, and at first she didn't take the matter of qi induction to heart, because in her opinion, it was just a small attempt and it didn't matter.

However, with the failure of inducing qi into the body again and again, a bit of competitiveness in her bones was also aroused-what? There is actually another thing in this world that Mo Tianwei can't do? That's not good!

In these days, her routine is extremely regular: get up early to wash - try to induce breath - pass out in a coma - wake up and eat Bigu Dan - continue to draw air - pass out - get up early to wash.

However, because of so many failures for so long, she has gradually become a little irritable. It's like when you play a game, losing one game tends to stimulate fighting spirit, losing ten games will have a firm idea that you have to win one, but losing a hundred games will often give up and be too lazy to play.

"Could it be that I am really a waste wood physique?" Mo Tianwei felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, "Speaking of which, there are few geniuses who cross the party, right?

"But this is not right, according to the plot, I am probably Aze's apprentice, one of the nine true legends of the Sword Sect in the future, how can my qualifications be poor?

"Hey......"

Mo Tian sighed slightly, the so-called "not a heroine, the future is uncertain; cannon fodder, waste firewood, a haze", why did she come to such a place to mingle? Obviously, she is in the mortal realm, how can she also have a bit of a golden finger bonus! Mixed like this, it is really not a matter of personnel.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

- Don't get me wrong, it's not a doorbell, it's a string of silver bell-like laughter that comes with the wind.

(Describe it appropriately, use precise words, full marks!)

Mo Tianwei turned his head with great interest, and saw that at the end of the path on the other side of the stream, there was a group of young people and girls dressed beautifully.

Quietly put on her shoes - forgive this old-fashioned cultivation world, only demon witches can wear bikini shorts in public! In front of this group of self-proclaimed righteous monks, she still shouldn't be too outrageous and offended.

As we all know,When you are alone, you meet a group of people who almost don't write "My master is XXX" on their faces.,Lucky as the heroine will have someone to save the beauty or rely on her own people (zhu) Ge (jue) charm (gìn) power (huan) to convince the masses,Bad luck is like the male protagonist before the male rise is usually "like crushing an ant" "trampled underfoot",As for the supporting characters...... Those who are good-looking may suffer verbal molestation, indecent actions, and in serious cases, they may encounter vicious incidents such as disfigurement and murder...... I'm sorry, but the poor-looking authors are too lazy to write.

Hmm, so there is really no way to see what will happen to Mo Tianwei, an African refugee who is currently black and thin (a treasured out-of-print skin unlocked after achieving the achievement [One Month of Collecting Medicine]).

"Wow!" the silver bell girl covered her lips and chuckled, "Senior Brother Gu, you see that person looks like a dog!"

Mo Tianwei, who was about to slip away: "......"

(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻You stupid humans, don't plagiarize classic lines anytime and anywhere, it's hypocritical, you know?

- Besides, I'm only single, not a dog!

Trying to brush away the subtle unpleasantness from his heart, Mo Tianwei pretended not to hear it and returned to the way he came.

"Eh, what about you!" shouted passerby A, "Stop!"

At the same time as shouting, he raised his hand to call a first-order frost talisman, portraying the image of a bully cannon fodder man in three points, and people couldn't help but sigh at the ingenuity of the creator (Creator: Surprise! I seem to have heard that someone has a special pencil for the cultivation and cultivation exam?), here we need to give him the right to leave a name in history, because he is so powerful, he actually trapped the future famous and invincible sword immortal in the cultivation realm for half an hour with a mere first-order Dao talisman!) ）

His name is Lu Renjia, as his name suggests, ordinary, but extraordinary.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Mo Tianwei only had time to feel a strong uneasiness, and he was trapped in place by the Flying Talisman outside the sky, unable to move, and a layer of frost spread from his feet to his shoulders, freezing the weak mortal shivering.

There's no way, it's just that the gap between mortals and this group of monks is like the gap between Nokia's Symbian system and Apple's IOS10.

"What are you running?!" Lu Renjia sneered, "Didn't you hear Fairy Li's words?!"

Mo Tian blinked slightly, looked at this group of people who had blocked her way at some point, and decided to open a new topic after the two topics of "Analyzing the Principle of Cultivating Truth" and "On the Feasibility and Necessity of Killing the Children of the Plane", which was called "Research on Small Probability Events of Monks in Cultivation - Taking the Sudden Drop in IQ as an Example".

"What's the matter?" Mo Tian asked slightly.

"What are you running for?" the silver bell girl glared at her dissatisfied, "mortal, why are you here?"

Why am I here? This baby was sold by human traffickers to be a low-level cannon fodder monk, and he also shouldered the great task of "saving the fate of the Sword Sect and angrily killing the son of the plane"!

"Invite the heavens, and meet the fairy fate. Mo Tianwei made a summary very coldly, while being complacent that his choice of words and sentences was quite ancient.

"Oh?" "The silver bell girl laughed again, this time the silver bell sounded with a bit of superiority and disdainful disdain, "It turns out that the Sword Sect is going to participate in the assessment this time......"

She dragged out her last note and tilted her head slightly to look at a cold sword cultivator next to her, "Brother Jing, can't you find good seedlings in the Sword Sect Sect recently? Even a mortal is qualified to stay in Qingzhu Residence and wait for the entrance assessment?"

Mo Tianwei felt a subtle feeling in her heart - it can probably be called the pleasure of crushing IQ, this girl is really pure and naïve, standing on someone else's territory to map a whole sect, this is the rhythm of not dying fast enough?

And,Girl, do you know what kind of world you live in?This world with a protagonist is full of hidden dangers.,A high-eyed gentleman like you has recently seen a surge in the risk of death.,If you're not careful, you'll be crushed into scum by the plot!

Brother Jing's forehead jumped, still maintaining a cold and paralyzed face - although Mo Tianwei vaguely sensed that he was thinking about how to make this girl return to the city gracefully and resurrect, his mouth cannon skill didn't seem to be lit up yet, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Fairy Li is too worried." ”

"Hehe, mortal, we called you just now, but you ignored it, don't you take us seriously?" The silver bell girl pointed the finger at Mo Tianwei again.

This is not because of the natural discord between women, in the eyes of the silver bell girl, the current Mo Tianwei is a black dwarf mortal (gender male), bullying and bullying casually, just like seeing an ant stepping on two feet on the road, for no reason, it was just a whim.

- You know, this is a mental hospital world with no human rights, and if you want to bully a person, as long as you are willing, where is the need for any reason?

"I have an ear problem. Mo Tianwei is very sincere, at least in her opinion, "I often can't hear people talking." ”

- This is not Mo Tianwei's blind fabrication, this body has been beaten a lot by human teeth before, because human teeth bought her by a moment of negligence, but she was a mentally retarded person who couldn't sell it before, and the goods were smashed on her hands, so whenever there was something troublesome, people would get angry with her. Since it is out of anger, it is normal to be slapped a few times, and it is not impossible to be slapped to semi-deafness.

"Hmph, I didn't expect your Sword Sect to even have such a cripple. "The Silver Bell Girl has started to shoot the map again, obviously the tutor is not very good.

"Fairy Li, just a mortal, why bother so much. "Brother Jing is really unhappy this time," Besides, he just came to participate in the introductory assessment, not already started. ”

The silver bell girl was stunned, she was in a very bad mood, and she still seemed to want to say something, but she was stopped by the senior brother Gu next to her, "Jingying!"

Li Jingying pursed her mouth, "Senior brother, you murder me, you actually murder me for a mortal!"

Senior Brother Gu: "......"

#同门美貌师妹是智障, where do I go when I'm single??#

Mo Tianwei: "......"

Hey, sister, are you a logic teacher who died early? Even me, a mortal, can hear that your senior brother is afraid that you will offend the Sword Sect, what does this have to do with me? And what's the matter with returning the master of the pearl building to Zhu Gege in one second? We live in a high demon plane!

Senior Brother Gu took a deep breath and stabilized his voice, "Enough is enough!"

Li Jingying glared at Mo Tianwei who was innocently lying on the gun viciously, turned her head and left, looking like "This baby is wronged, this baby doesn't want to talk to you and send you a [come to chase me] signal".

Senior Brother Gu apologized to Brother Jing with his eyes and chased after him.

So a group of people hulala followed, and the place was suddenly empty.

Brother Jing didn't say a word, as the host, he couldn't let the guests go around without guidance, so he also chased after him.

The person was gone all of a sudden, Mo Tian took a deep breath, and even the air became extraordinarily fresh—not only fresh, but also very cool.

Wait a minute...... Cool?

(ノ ̄д ̄)ノBrother Jing, come back!Help, this freezing magic hasn't been lifted for me yet, I'm just a fragile Muggle!!

At first, there was only a layer of frost attached to his body, but now the frost has become an ice cube, freezing all the indescribable parts below Mo Tianwei's neck to a solid one, and even a mortal dress is frozen very textured.

Mo Tianwei, who was frozen in the ice, looked at the direction of everyone with tears in his eyes, no matter who it is, thaw it for me first!

However, no one heard her pleading, this place was already remote, and there were basically not many people who would come except for the people of Qingzhuju - and there were few people in Qingzhuju.

Mo Tianwei had no choice but to comfort himself, you don't see, the people who are frozen up are all big beauties and villains, and he can be regarded as enjoying a VIP treatment (although he doesn't want it).

But she forgot that those frozen big beauty villains are all frozen, and there is no one like her who shows his head outside, this shape is more like cannon fodder who was buried alive in the sand and only one head was left outside to wait for death.

I don't know how long it has been, Mo Tianwei's lips have turned blue from freezing, and the ice that sealed her has finally shown signs of melting, making her rekindle some hope.

After another quarter of an hour, the frost finally melted away, and Mo Tianwei was already a complete waste at this time, so cold that he couldn't take care of himself, and he was paralyzed on the ground with a numb leg.

Maybe it's because I'm so cold that I can't feel anything, and I don't feel very cold when I sit in a mixture of ice and water.

After gradually regaining consciousness, Mo Tian sighed slightly, thinking that it is still good to stay at home, if you don't come out to breathe, you will almost not be able to go back, the outside world is really too dangerous, it is better to go back to wash and sleep as soon as possible.

On the way back to the bamboo house, Mo Tianwei sneezed several times in a row, and his nose was a little stuffed - damn, it couldn't be a cold cold, right?

Mo Tianwei thought about it, this is completely possible, it is really not a supernatural event for a malnourished and delicate child to be thrown into an ice cave and frozen for half an hour to cause a cold.

Her heart suddenly lifted, she heard that the medical conditions in ancient times were very backward, and she didn't know if it would be okay...... But this is the world of cultivation, it's just a cold, it doesn't matter, right?

I returned to the bamboo house with trepidation, hurriedly changed my clothes, and didn't have time to fetch water to take a hot shower, because my head was already a little dizzy.

"Plop!"

Mo Tianwei planted himself on the couch, rolled up the futon, curled up into a ball, his consciousness gradually became chaotic, and he fell asleep quietly at some point.

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On the other side, Wang Jing, who had finally completed the tour guide task, returned to his cave in Biluofeng and began to settle down.

After a while, he frowned and opened his eyes, for some reason, he was restless today, and he couldn't settle down.

"It feels like I've forgotten something......"

Wang Jing muttered to himself, still puzzled, so he had to give up his meditation and go to the Sword Cave of Wanjian Peak to practice swords.